"Michiru, this is the CEO of XXX company," introduced her manager.

"Nice to meet you," smiled Michiru.

"Would you like a dance, Michiru-san," asked the CEO.

"No thank you. I'm kind of tired from the concert that I had this afternoon."

Michiru excused herself.

"Tenoh-san! I follow every race of yours," said the girl.

"Arigato." Haruka flashed her trademark smile.

"Haruka! Over here!" shouted Shinji. "There's someone I want you to meet."

"Excuse me." Haruka nodded to the girl.

"Michiru, there's someone I want you to meet. He's same age as you. I think you both will be able find a topic to talk about."

"Hello Shinji," greeted Michiru's manager.

"Sasha!" Shinji greeted back.

"So is this your beau? Sensei," whispered Haruka.

Shinji elbowed her in the stomach.

"Let me introduce. This is Tenoh Haruka, my young protégé. And the young lady behind you is?"

"She's Kaioh Michiru. My star violinist."

Michiru bowed to Shinji and Haruka. "Nice to meet you."

"Michiru-chan. I'm gonna steal your manager for awhile. I let Haruka entertain you. You will entertain the lady would you?"

Haruka didn't reply, for she was captivated by Michiru's beauty.

"Haruka!"

"Ah... Hai sensei." Came a husky reply.

Shinji and Sasha left the two, hand in hand.

"I'm Kaioh Michiru. Nice to meet you." She extended out her hand.

"Tenoh Haruka. Just call me Haruka. The pleasure is all mine Kaioh-san." Haruka shook her hand.

Then there was silence. Both did not know what to say. Haruka suddenly crossed her arm across her chest and bowed to Michiru.

"Would be wrong if I don't ask you for a dance. Would you honour me with a dance? Kaioh-san."

"Only if you call me Michiru."

"All right then. Would you grace me with a dance? Michiru." Haruka held out her hand. Michiru placed her hand on Haruka's hand to accept the invitation.

As they walked to the dance floor, the orchestra struck up a slow tune. Michiru wrapped her arms around Haruka's neck as Haruka wraps her arms around Michiru's tiny waist. They moved with the music.

His eyes are so alluring. And he looks absolutely dashing in his suit.

"So... Michiru... you're a violinist?"

"Hai. Being a violinist has been a dream of mine. How about you?"

"Well... When I was young, Shinji-sensei took me out for a ride in his racecar and since then I fell in love with racing."

Both started to loosen up.

"I've seen your paintings during the summer exhibition. I must say. You are really good. I even bought some of your paintings."

"Which ones?"

"The painting of the sea, the other of the sky."

"Those were my favourites."

The two talk as they dance. They became more and more comfortable with each other.

"Michiru," shouted Sasha. "We have to go now."

Michiru nodded. She turned to Haruka. "You know, I like to know you better." She took out her handkerchief and lipstick. Using her lipstick, she wrote her private number on it. She folded it and put it inside Haruka's pocket. She tiptoed and whispered into Haruka's ear. "Call me." She winks and left.

Haruka stood there, watching her leave.

"Looks like she's flirting with you eh? Haruka."

"Sensei!"

Michiru took out a leather jacket and put it on. She opened the door and stepped out of her house. As she strolled in the park, a tingling sensation ran up and down her spine. She broke into a slow jog, which soon became a sprint. She came to a clearing. Her senses screaming "Danger!" to her. She looked around, arms up like a boxer. A rustling sound came behind her. She spun around. A hell spawn rushed towards her. She easily evaded the thing. Extending her right arm, Michiru shouted out, "Kaioh Blade!" A sword emerged out of her palm. She grasped the handle of the sword and faces the hell spawn. The hell spawn was already rushing towards her again. It's claw swiping at her. She duck and swipe her leg to trip the beast. The beast came down hard. Wasting no time, Michiru beheaded the beast and it crumbled into dust.

"This is just only a greeting, demon-hunter." The speaker crushed the goblet in anger as he looked into the screen. "There would be more."

As Haruka was clearing her pocket, she found the paper Michiru had given her. She looked at the numbers and dumped the pants into the washing machine.